11 Reaper Man by Pratchett Terry

Author:Pratchett, Terry [Terry, Pratchett,]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-10T22:08:29.146000+00:00

He looked at her as if she was mad. BECAUSE THEN THERE WILL BE NOTHING. BECAUSE I WON'T EXIST. 'Is that what happens for humans, too?' I DON'T THINK SO. IT'S DIFFERENT FOR YOU. YOU HAVE IT ALL BETTER ORGANISED. They both sat watching the fading glow of the coals in the forge. 'So what were you working on the scythe blade for?' said Miss Flitworth. I THOUGHT PERHAPS I COULD . . . FIGHT BACK . . . 'Has it ever worked? With you, I mean.' NOT USUALLY. SOMETIMES PEOPLE CHALLENGE ME TO A GAME. FOR THEIR LIVES, YOU KNOW. 'Do they ever win?' NO. LAST YEAR SOMEONE GOT THREE STREETS AND ALL THE UTILITIES. 'What? What sort of game is that?' I DON'T RECALL.'EXCLUSIVE POSSESSION', I THINK. I WAS THE BOOT. 'Just a moment.' said Miss Flitworth. If you're you, who will be coming for you?' DEATH. LAST NIGHT THIS WAS PUSHED UNDER THE DOOR. Death opened his hand to reveal a small grubby piece of paper, on which Miss Flitworth could read. with some difficulty, the word: OOoooEEEeeOOOoooEEeeeOOOoooEEeee. I HAVE RECEIVED THE BADLY-WRITTEN NOTE OF THE BANSHEE. Miss Flitworth looked at him with her head on one side. 'But . . . correct me if I'm wrong, but . . .' THE NEW DEATH. Bill Door picked up the blade. HE WILL BE TERRIBLE. The blade twisted in his hands. Blue light flickered along its edge. I WILL BE THE FIRST.

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Miss Flitworth stared at the light as if fascinated. 'Exactly how terrible?' HOW TERRIBLE CAN YOU IMAGINE? 'Oh.' EXACTLY AS TERRIBLE AS THAT. The blade tilted this way and that. 'And for the child, too,' said Miss Flitworth. YES. 'I don't reckon I owe you any favours, Mr Door. I don't reckon anyone in the whole world owes you any favours.' YOU MAY BE RIGHT. 'Mind you, life's got one or two things to answer for too. Fair's fair.' I CAN'T SAY. Miss FIitworth gave him another long, appraising look. 'There's a pretty good grindstone in the corner,' she said. I'VE USED IT. 'And there's an oilstone in the cupboard.' I'VE USED THAT, TOO. She thought she could hear a sound as the blade moved. A sort of faint whine of tensed air. 'And it's still not sharp enough?' Bill Door sighed. IT MAY NEVER BE SHARP ENOUGH. 'Come on, man. No sense in giving in,' said Miss Flitworth.'Where there's life, eh?' WHERE THERE'S LIFE EH WHAT? 'There's hope?' IS THERE? 'Right enough.' Bill Door ran a bony finger along the edge. HOPE? 'Got anything else left to try?' Bill shook his head. He'd tried a number of emotions. but this was a new one. COULD YOU FETCH ME A STEEL?

It was an hour later.

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Miss Flitworth sorted through her rag-bag. 'What next?' she said. WHAT HAVE WE HAD SO FAR? 'Let's see . . . hessian, calico, linen . . . how about satin? Here's a piece.' Bill Door took the rag and wiped it gently along the blade.

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